Pat McIntosh - The Nicholas Feast

‘Father, come and hear this.’

‘My mother will not be persuaded,’ Gil explained, ‘and I have told her I’ll bide by my uncle’s advice.’

‘Well, well, you must take one or the other,’ said the mason robustly. ‘There is no middle way in this case. Are you hungry, Gilbert? Come up and be seated.’

‘I’m not hungry. I called by the college, to speak to Maister Coventry, and he offered me bannocks and cheese too, but I’d not long broken my fast,’ said Gil, following Alys into the little panelled closet. ‘To be fair, my mother did say some very gratifying things about Alys. She dislikes my marrying at all, not the choice I have made.’

‘I call on her, perhaps,’ said Maistre Pierre. ‘We do the thing with all formality.’

Gil sat down, and the pup clambered on to his knee.

‘That would likely be well received. I had a long word with my uncle this morning, and he asked me to say the contract is nearly ready.’ He looked at the dog, which was licking industriously at his right wrist. ‘What has this fellow done with his collar?’

‘Oh, he must have got it off!’ Alys exclaimed. ‘Jennet said he was kicking at it half the night. It seemed to be irritating him after you made it looser.’

‘It will be in the kitchen,’ said her father.

‘Yes, very likely. I will look for it shortly. What did you learn at the college?’ Alys asked.

‘That Father Bernard didn’t give the lecture he claimed to have at two o’clock.’

‘Ah,’ she said.

‘So where was he?’ wondered her father.

‘Searching William’s chamber, I should say,’ said Gil.

‘And for what?’

‘For whatever was in the package I gave William. The more I look at this,’ said Gil, ‘the more I think that package was the base from which the whole action sprang. As soon as the boy opened it, he began a course of actions which caused someone to kill him.’

‘You think it contained money? Some instruction, perhaps? Some vital piece of information he could sell to English Henry?’

‘What, a deed of purchase for the realm of Scotland, made out in Edward Longshanks’ name? No, I don’t think that. Consider — William’s first act was to attempt to speak to Father Bernard, though Bernard claims he didn’t have time for him. Then he spent the next two hours accosting various people in public. I watched him doing it. None of the people he spoke to seemed to be glad of the conversation.’ Gil paused, counting them off in his mind. ‘Aye. Father Bernard, David Gray, the Principal, the Steward. Some of his fellow students. I think I have got an account of all those.’

‘Extortion,’ said the mason. ‘We knew that.’

‘Yes, but several of the people who mentioned his extortion methods said in so many words that he would gather secrets and then come privately and ask for money. Not in front of the entire Faculty of Arts, not in a manner so obvious that it caught my eye. He asked awkward questions, very publicly, at the Faculty meeting. He nearly spoiled the play, and when his costume was damaged he went off without waiting for the end, as if it was all beneath his dignity.’

‘He was practising making a will,’ said Maistre Pierre.

‘Yes. I thought he was pretending to be legitimate. What if I was wrong — what if he had just discovered he was entitled to the name he used in the will?’

‘An attested birth record, you mean? Or some sort of authenticated statement of his parentage?’

‘Exactly.’

‘And it went to his head,’ said the mason slowly, ‘so that he no longer behaved with secrecy. Ye-es.’

‘He does seem to have been naturally arrogant,’ Gil said. ‘He would certainly feel that a Montgomery had no need to act in secret.’

‘Then what was his parentage?’ asked Alys. ‘And why should it cause someone to kill him? I thought you thought Father Bernard might be his father.’

‘Only because he knew exactly how old the boy was,’ said Gil fairly. ‘That’s the problem. Two problems. There are a lot of Montgomery men old enough to be his father, and he didn’t mention his parentage in the will, so we don’t know his father’s forename. And even if he is a Montgomery, why that should provoke someone in the college to kill him I can’t see at all.’

‘Was not his mother a Montgomery?’ asked Alys. ‘He was entitled to the name anyway.’

‘He has never used it,’ said Gil.

‘Better one’s foster-mother’s name, I suppose,’ said Maistre Pierre, ‘than use one’s mother’s name like any unacknowledged bastard.’

‘Indeed,’ agreed Gil. ‘But if he is doubly entitled to the name, he has double reason to use it now. And yet we come back to this: why should that get him killed?’

‘As you said, there are no Cunninghams in the college just now.’

‘Our Lady be praised, you had someone with you all the time we need to worry about,’ said Alys. ‘But isn’t the boy Ninian a Boyd? I thought the Boyds were also enemies of the Montgomery.’

‘He is,’ said Gil. ‘If Ninian did it, he and his friends are all three of them in it together, for their story hangs together. I don’t think it was Ninian, though I’m keeping an eye on him.’ He freed one hand, patted the breast of his doublet, causing the now somnolent dog to raise its head and look at him, and drew out the red notebook. ‘We must deal with this before Hugh Montgomery sends for William’s gear. If we can destroy the pages, by accident, and return the binding to the family, then honour is satisfied all round and nobody is in danger.’

‘The kitchen fire, I think,’ said Alys, taking it. ‘What did you learn from it?’

He grimaced. ‘He was an unpleasant boy. Parts of it are a record of student misdemeanours, rules broken and goods expropriated, and the small sums and favours he extorted in return for silence. They add up well, but they are mostly in placks and pence. Other parts are lists of word or deed of his seniors. That list of chance remarks Maister Forsyth mentioned is in there. And finally there is a long section headed with a large D which I take to be material from Doig the dog-breeder, with some very rare and curious facts in it. A lot is in William’s private code,’ he admitted, ‘which I may not have read correctly, but I think I have the key to most of it.’

‘And you simply destroy that?’ said the mason.

‘My uncle agrees with me,’ said Gil airily. ‘The material is not for dissemination.’

‘Ah.’

‘I shall go and burn it,’ said Alys.

She slipped out, and her father said, ‘I am still at a loss about last night’s game of cards. What were you doing, losing all those tricks, giving away so much information? Information again,’ he added in disgust.

‘As Montgomery said, it’s the currency of this reign. I suppose,’ said Gil slowly, ‘I was using him. He’s no fool, and he may be more subtle than I allow, but I have given him such facts and suspicions as I pleased to give him, and I hope he will make good use of them even if he suspects he was fed them for that purpose.’

‘What, the list of the boy’s possessions?’

‘And the possession of them,’ Gil reminded him. ‘Has he sent for them yet?’

‘Not yet. What else?’

‘Well, I hope I’ve convinced him that we don’t understand the cipher disc, though I don’t rely on that. And I’ve drawn his attention to Jaikie’s death, and flown him at Billy Doig, and Bernard Stewart. Whether he’ll stoop on either we’ll just have to wait and see.’

‘More metaphor,’ said Maistre Pierre. ‘And what — ’

He was interrupted by a voice on the stairs, exclaiming in gruff French, ‘Where is that dog? Where is the bad dog?’

‘Catherine? He is here,’ the mason called, raising his eyebrows at Gil. ‘What is the matter?’